Description
My grandmother never typed.
She coded in breath, in rhythm, in handclap.
Said the first encryption was the drum,
the mouth, the original modem.
—Excerpt from “Black Box Manifesto”
Lay your obsidian hand across the city
thumb every tower dark
let every blue-lit altar in our palms
lose its god.
—Excerpt from “Blackout, Beloved”
Button is excited to announce this year’s winner of Button’s Chapbook Contest!
BLACK BOX FLIGHT RECORDER is a speculative Afrofuturist archive about a Black girl who severs herself from the surveillance systems that shaped her—family, technology, empire—and, through the wreckage of revolution and its aftermath, discovers that freedom is both loss and becoming.